I read a romance set in the Western frontier a long time ago, maybe late 80's/early 90's and the hero was the world weary type who also had what he thought was stomach cancer that was making him increasingly ill and he kept drinking medicine that some quack had given him.

The heroine was a sweet thing that just exuded LIFE to him, of course. I'm not sure but the two of them may have been part of a wagon train.

Any ideas?_________________Justin managed to look superior and bored and disbelieving all at once. No mean feat for a man who'd just fallen from a tree.

No, I've read One Perfect Rose, too. It is pretty close but no cigar._________________Justin managed to look superior and bored and disbelieving all at once. No mean feat for a man who'd just fallen from a tree.